Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.